Leave the man alone and let him eat.
It 4AM and all the bars are closed
but this diner never does.
It holds retreat to those scuffles you receive
from the daily grind
from the solutions in bottles that solve no qualms.
"No, I don't mind.  This man has iron.  You know iron?
Most walking around are plastic."
He picks up the water cup and shakes it.
"Plastic,"
I raise my eyebrows, bend my lips,  and nod very well.
Very well, just don't call me plastic.